The kind of conversation I like is one in which you are prepared to emerge a slightly different person.
In Flanders Field In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and…
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I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? Engraved on the collar of…